Текст песни Пилот - Дожди

In the sky of steel - Leningrad,
The wings of the ships flap smoothly.
Look through the tears of the rain
Where I am the landscape of the dark streets in September.

Look to the very bottom of my heart, Lord -
Tell me everything about who sleeps there.
I do not want to pretend that I am in your plan;
And what is there, outside the window, I am not forgotten by you.

Chorus:
It flies like rains, often calls home.
With the rhythm in my chest, I'm still with you.

The clouds do not prevent the sun from shining
Only by hiding its light from us.
How many songs will die, what I heard from God
Write lazy in response.

I dream at night the laughter of mom and dad,
Washes away with rains, breathe.
Write songs with your nails on the walls
On the pillow, drooling poetry.

Chorus:
It flies like rains, often calls home.
With the rhythm in my chest, I'm still with you.

There is more good in the world than evil;
There are droplets of troubles in the sea of ​​joy.
Life is listening to the breath of those with whom you are near -
And remember - who is not there.

All equally bread, all - songs from the sky;
Everyone hears only his own in them.
On my knees, my soul bleeds into the asphalt
Under the rains substituting the face.

Chorus:
It flies like rains, often calls home.
With the rhythm in my chest, I'm still with you.